don't kill me, those of you who read this.
So this weekend, Scott K. was in Columbus with his band from New York. He wanted to see me. He REALLY wanted to see me. He called me about 5 times on Saturday to try to work out my coming to see his band play in downtown Columbus. So I went. (Don't kill me!) I actually had a lot of fun. His band mates were really nice, if a little vulgar, and Scott was confusingly happy to see me. He kept doing stuff like telling me I smelled nice and sitting rather closer to me than necessary. Then, when I left, he gave me a hug and kissed me on the cheek. What the hell is going on? Here are my thoughts, and you can contradict me if you think I'm wrong. Though I'm certain I'm probably the best thing to ever happen to him in bed (I'm joking), I can't imagine anyone would go to this much trouble just for sex. Perhaps I'm wrong. He also was talking about coming to Columbus to see me when he's home (in Indianapolis) for Christmas. On the other hand, I can't imagine he really would want to date me (or whatever) after all this time. All I know is that he was well nigh desperate to see me, and was incredibly disappointed when he thought he couldn't. I refuse to get sucked back in, but I'm afraid I'm going to get sucked back in. I don't even understand what it is I like about him...Maybe it's the wanting what you can't have.

Any ideas, folks?

Only one good thing came out of knowing Scott the first time--I got over David in a big damn hurry.